Insane (COMPLETED)

Chapter 32

Chapter 32

HARRY'S POV

Niall's fingers ran through my hair and it took me a second to actually comprehend what was happening. Why the fuck is Niall kissing me? Isn't he straight?

Niall noticed me tensing up and backed away. "Um, sorry,"

"No, it's fine," I shrugged.

"I don't know what came over me-"

"Niall, don't worry about it,"

"Okay,"

"Just one more thing," I added, placing my hand on his arm, "Kiss me again."

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He straddled my waist, his small hands placed on my jaw. His thumb ran over my cheek as soon as his lips disconnected from mine. He looked me in the eyes for a moment before kissing along my cheek and down my neck. I wasn't sure where this was going but I was too far into it to care. I'm just so desperate to be loved at the moment, and Niall just happens to be filling that gap. He feels so right, so comfortable. My hands ran down his back, gently scratching at his skin as he left hickeys down my neck. He slid his shirt off his body and threw the fabric to the floor next to mine.

"Let's get these off of you," He cooed, messing with the button on my jeans. Um, I didn't realize we were going this far.

"Wait a couple more minutes," I croaked, pulling Niall's mouth back down to meet mine. There's no way I'm fucking him. I can't.

He hummed a quiet 'okay' into my lips and quickly moved back down to my neck. He was determined to leave marks there.

I heard Louis' mumbled voice from outside my door and the hinges of the door open quickly.

"Hey Niall, can you come help me with the-" Louis' mouth dropped open at the sight of Niall and I. "oh."

"Louis, it's not-" I mumbled, pointing back and forth from Niall and I. Niall was laying right next to me and I suspected I had plenty of little bruises on my neck.

"No, it's fine. I get it. Have fun," Louis mumbled, quickly backing up out of the room.

"Louis!" I called after him, getting up off the bed. I ran after Louis and as soon as I caught up to him, I grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to face me.

"Can I please explain?"

"What is there to explain, Harry?"

"Niall and I aren't a thing," Are we?

"It sure did look like it as he was sucking on your neck and you were moaning into his ear!"

"Okay, I was not moaning. We were just kissing. It wasn't going any further." I lied. It would have gone much further if I hadn't stopped it.

"Your fucking pants are practically hanging off of you, Harry."

I looked down and realized that both my button and zipper were undone.

"Oh shit," I mumbled, fixing my pants. "You really think I could move on already? Move on from what we had?"

"It seems so!"

"Why do you care so much? We're over! I can date who I want to date!"

"So you're dating him?" Louis asked me, his voice cracking. He's about to cry.

"No, I'm not dating him," I assured Louis, "but that doesn't mean I won't. I felt something with him."

"Okay, just stop," Louis dismissed me, "Stay at Niall's house tonight. I don't need or want you here."